Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Life is a Fantasy

Life is a fantasy, the end is the beginning, and the beginning has no end, and the end, is a question mark, asking of you, 'where is it that you wish to go?' 'Do you wish to proceed?' The light of the eyes, determines the answers, words play no part, they have been always, only words anyway, vastly overrated by vanity, and vanity, is a selfish mirror, a false comfort, a deception. Truth looks, only to itself for answers, and it answers only to itself.
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